*huddles under umbrella* Yes, he has a slight accent and can mix up his English words <3
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Spyridon watched the male suspiciously as he look him over like he didn’t belong. But the Russian couldn’t blame him. Even he would find it an odd sight to see a lone male wandering about the area. Or was it a territory? The red hued wolf shrugged off the thought as the stranger gestured him to follow. Staying a comfortable distance away from the male, Spyridon ducked under a low branch covered in heavy raindrops, trying to keep the other wolf in sight. He had not the faintest idea where this dry place would be, but as they traveled, the black male started to scent the markings of other wolves.
His amethyst eyes widened slightly; bright purple orbs in the growing darkness. So, he was a trespasser. The thought made him feel even dirtier than his mud streaked pelt. No wonder the Pack member had treated him so unfortunately. Spyridon closed the distance between the two creatures and looked in the direction the stranger as looking. Faux light pooled onto the ground from a window in the distance. The Russian looked warily ahead.
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